Silk scarves of scarlet swirling, Through the air, As if burning.

Yellow strands of satin lace,Fly off too, And soon give chase.

Bourbon bands of cotton flutter,On the wind, Just like the others

Ebony sashes of wooly fiber, Chase after all, Like demon drivers.

A cord of white ensnares them all,And brings them together,Into one big ball.

Then from the base the cord starts burning, Toward the ball, That keeps tossing and turning.

Then with a great burst the ball ignites,Lighting up the dark, With multi colored lights.

But the flames soon die, The dark returns, Within my mind doth lie. –John Barley